Tick-tock, tick-tock...
All the clocks on the wall were ticking, the hour hands pointing to the same time. Han Fei stood quietly in front of the wall of clocks, staring intently at the nailed shut shrine.
"Don't be curious, many items here are consigned by others. If you break anything, you'll have to pay for it." Huang Li took out a pair of gloves and an apron from under the counter, "An important reason we operate 24 hours is that some clients come to consign items or redeem items they have previously left here. Once, a man brought all his son's toys here hoping to sell them. That same night, his son sneaked in, tears streaming down his face, begging us to keep the toys for him, promising he would come back to redeem them."
"Did the child ever redeem the toys?" Han Fei kept his gaze fixed on the shrine while asking nonchalantly.
Huang Li pointed towards the junk area, "His toys are still piled in the cardboard boxes. That child hasn't shown up in almost a week."